Slight bruise on my neck.
You claim you have no regrets.
I spill chamomile tea,
Screaming “get away from me”.
I thought I lost my peace,
But now I sit and watch it seize,
Knowing that it was you
Who stripped me of the truth.
A faint scar on my knee.
You really love it when I bleed.
Tomorrow I’ll clean the carpet,
But you’ll be brokenhearted.
I hoped that you were done,
Now I hide and I run.
Every exit is a new trap.
My legs can’t take another lap.
“What a waste of life,
Looking for things to rhyme.”
You always hated out loud,
Said my head was in the clouds.
Good luck finding me now,
I hope silence drowns you out.
Slight bruise on my neck.
You claim you have no regrets.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 